Chapter 1005 Shift of Focus

Facts have proved that the "world" that a person can feel is often limited.

Wherever we are, we always focus our sight on our side. The more slender a person is, the more he will be aware of the people and things around him, but this may also limit his vision.

Here, maybe we can say something cheeky: Maca's thoughts are still very delicate.

And because of this, recently he suddenly felt—even for wizards who come and go freely, this world is very wide.

On this planet, no matter which person or country's magic world, it will not be the center of the world.

Previously, the British wizarding world with Haierbo's turmoil suddenly attracted the attention of wizards all over the world. In an age when most nations are moving towards peace, the catastrophe in London has become the greatest hotspot in the world.

Even the wizards in other countries' magic world are like this, and the British wizards who are in the hot spot naturally feel that they have suddenly fallen into the most chaotic and terrifying place in the world.

Yes, even Maca couldn't help feeling similar to this.

However, probably from the day when the basilisk appeared in Ouagadou, Africa, most wizards more or less suddenly turned their attention to the African magic world.

And until then, Maca couldn't help sighing secretly:

"I thought I understood the vastness of this world long ago, and I was only in a small corner. But because I was buried in sorting out the status quo all day long, I inadvertently forgot my insignificance."

However, Hai Erbo's field of vision never seemed to become narrow.

Since he climbed out from under the Bewitching Monument until now,

Haifa in Israel, Azkaban on the island, London in England, and recently the Ouagadou School of Magic in Africa, he always looks at the whole world unscrupulously.

Just from this broad vision, Maca has to admire.

"I'm thinking, if Waggadu and the veteran wizarding tribes in Africa can't handle it this time... I'm afraid Haierbo will simply give up the UK and focus on the African magic world, right?"

In the reception room of Blake's old house, Maca was sitting firmly at the long table, with the quill in his hand constantly writing on the blank parchment.

And on the table in front of him, and the chairs on both sides, all kinds of books are already piled up.

Therefore, he had to cross the mountain of books in front of him before he could see the figure of Lupine who was sitting across from him and was busy processing the information.

Obviously, the sentence just now was asked by Lupine.

In this regard, Maca kept his hands on the ground, but replied in his mouth:

"Honestly speaking, I never thought about why Hai Erbo was making such a fuss in the African magic world—although Waggadu has a long history, it was not inferior to Hogwarts in the past. But that's why , It will also take a lot of time and energy to seize that school..."

At this point, he suddenly paused the tip of the pen in his hand, and said with a little doubt:

"Is that guy really planning to put down the British wizarding world and start all over again?"

This confusion has been expanding in Maca's mind over the past few days. Because in these few days, the entire African magic world seemed to have turned into a huge quagmire, and it was rare to have more complete information to spread.

Countless signs are showing that Africa is really in big trouble this time.

At the same time, the British magic world, which had been the most harassed by Hai Erbo, now seems to have stepped into peace again.

Although there are also contributions from the Ministry of Magic, St. Mungo, Maca, and even many ordinary wizards. But the person who fundamentally calmed down here was Hai Erbo.

As long as he doesn't come out to make trouble, the smooth daily life will return to people's side again. In a trance, all the disasters at the beginning seemed to be just a nightmare, but now, that dream has finally woken up.

After being quiet for a while, Lupine on the opposite side suddenly raised his head, and said through the pile of books:

"Maka, I think...although the possibility of diverting attention is not small, we must also admit that the possibility of Haierbo's intention to change the 'battlefield' is indeed very high."

After all, an existence like Maca should not be underestimated by any wizard, and it is self-evident how difficult it is to be an enemy with him.

"Maybe!" Maca put down the quill and said helplessly, "You're right, we don't rule out any possible guesses... That guy might want to keep me here, or he might want to lure me to Africa. And whichever it is, he's the one who's in charge."

"So, if I want to seize the dominance, I have to jump out of the range of options he created."

After glancing down at the parchment again, Maca folded it up and put it in his notebook, then took back the magic book and so on to his waist.

"Fortunately, I may have an idea."

Last time when chasing the gray shadow in mid-air, Haierbo appeared and stopped him halfway, so that Maca couldn't even see what the gray shadow was, let alone follow the gray shadow to the destination.

By now, he finally understood to some extent. It is probably a high-flying soul, a soul whose body was accidentally killed by relatives and friends, and then attracted to a certain place.

"As long as someone who is attached to this substance kills a person, then that person's soul will be affected and forced to fly to a certain place... I think. Going there should be rewarding."

Putting the potion bottle containing the strange substance on the table, Maca explained.

Lupine heard the words, immediately said:

"Could it be that you plan to let it kill another person?"

Repeating this way is naturally the most direct and effective method, but it means that one needs to be sacrificed to be the "guide".

After thinking about it, Lupine couldn't help asking: "Does it not have to be a human soul?"

They are not black wizards, killing people for no reason or something, this kind of thing can't be done. No matter how bad it was, the most he could do was go to Azkaban to get a life-imprisoned criminal to try—this might be Lupine's bottom line.

"No, it has to be human..." Maca shook his head, but then said, "Don't worry, no one needs to sacrifice their lives for this, I have a solution."

In fact, since he obtained this gray-black substance from the soul of the old Muggle lady, targeted research has been done almost every day.

And just now, he finally confirmed that a method is feasible.

"Lupine, do you know that Ravenclaw named 'Sarah'? Well, maybe you haven't seen it yet—that elementary school girl who helped me run the alchemy diagram in St. Mungo's last time."

Lupine didn't know why Maca suddenly mentioned that girl, but as the person in charge of sorting out information in the Order of the Phoenix, he definitely had no shortage of information.

"The youngest daughter of Herr Hohenheim?"

"You can put it this way!" Maca said, "Because her soul is somewhat lacking, I was asked to find a way to help her... After that, I have been studying the composition and shaping of the soul."

"But this time, Hai Erbo gave me some special inspiration."

...

In the afternoon of the next day, downtown London.

Several days had passed since the previous night's digging. And in the past few days, the mysterious wizard in the windbreaker has never stopped his footsteps.

In order to find the exact thing, sleep is no longer important, and even eating and drinking is the only reason left to "maintain action".

Unfortunately, if you can't find it, you can't find it.

He knew that it was definitely around London, but even though he was trying to find it day and night, he still didn't get anything.

Today, according to the search range of the previous few days, we should come to the eastern suburbs to take a look.

"Ahem, how much time is left..."

The figure kept walking by the side of the road, secretly calculating the date in his heart, and quickly figured out the current specific day.

"...Well, cough, cough, it seems that there is still time."

But just as he quickened his pace again, looking left and right while hurriedly crossing a street, the corner of his eye suddenly seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Maybe it's because I'm really tired these days, and my physical condition is not good, so I can't feel it when I'm so close.

Suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief, but saw the wizard in the windbreaker dodging to hide. As long as a special concealment method is used, even Namaka McLean has to get closer to discover it.

However, this time it was slower.

"Who?"

In terms of simple speed, so far few people are faster than Maca. In the blink of an eye, the wizard in the windbreaker felt an extra hand on his shoulder, and put it lightly on it.

After a slightly awkward silence, the hoarse voice said:

"……it's me."

Answering like this means saying nothing. But Maca, who seemed to pass by here by chance, took the initiative to take his palm away after realizing it was this mysterious guy.

"Hmm...Although I really want to ask more clearly, but..." He curled his lips and said, "Forget it."

Not long after, Lupine, who was following him today, also appeared beside him under an apparition.

Naturally, Lupine didn't like this wizard who seemed to be hiding his head and showing his tail. He was just wondering why Maca just stood aside quietly, as if the two of them hadn't talked much since just now?

"Who is this?"

Maca then shook his head and said to Lupine:

"Stop asking."

After saying that, he didn't seem to want to stay any longer, so he turned around and walked in the same direction as he came back.

"Come on, Lupine! Let's do our thing and leave no one else—"

"wait!"

The voice sounded again, quickly calling Maca's footsteps... It seemed that this person finally wanted to say something?

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